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Triple Market Threat! My Life 28 NOV 2012

So Chantelle has now officially stopped working at Gordon’s Beach Lodge (thanks Whammy and Louise for treating us to a fantastic farewell lunch out at 96 Winery Road on her last day!), and quite frankly has yet to have had a chance to sit down and take it all in. She has a massive amount of orders to take care of at the moment, all of which will probably take her well into January just to wade through. (In fact, it feels a little like jumping out of the frying pan and into the fire at the moment). Of course our triple market weekend this weekend didn’t help her baking schedule in the slightest, and while I’m pretty sure I’ve forgotten what colour my kitchen counters are, I’m pretty sure she’s forgotten what her bed looks like!

Anyway, the point I want to make is that we just came off a weekend of three market appearances, meaning that I’ve started off this week needing a weekend to recover from this weekend – something which makes me long for the upcoming year end break even harder now!

Saturday was Willowbridge Slow Food Market as per usual, and unfortunately for us, again a real lack of foot traffic meant a relatively poor day in terms of takings, though it certainly was a slight improvement on the previous weekend, where we had seen our lowest overall takings to date!

(It was quite cute though when on Friday night, after arriving home after a long day behind the keyboard, I was pretty much in by the front gate and then straight back out with Jessie tucked under my arm, heading out first for a hour long beach playing in the sand session, followed by an impromptu shopping and electricity-buying trip, all in the name of getting the rather niggly Jess Jess out from under wifey’s feet in the hope that Chantelle could get a little bit of baking done before the drawn out bed time routine kicked in.)

Anyway, with Chantelle still desperately baking and Cheryl having to look after Jessica because my folks still being on holiday in the Kruger National Park, I tackled Saturday’s market single-handedly, and despite REALLY not wanting to do it come the morning (plus the broken lift in Willowbridge which meant trekking along the underground parking to reach the alternative), the dynamic duo of Mario and Marcel in the pie stand next to us did an excellent job of cheering me up, which means that in the end, despite not having a financially rewarding market like I mentioned before, I did rather enjoy the day.

So that wasn’t too horrible then.

Because of the dual markets pencilled in for Sunday, it had been previously decided that Jessica would sleep over in Bellville with Oupa and Ouma, which then meant that Sunday’s morning packing for market departure was a lot more smoother than Saturday morning’s operation, where we obviously still had our little tantrum thrower under foot.

Despite the heavy rain in the morning, the sun did eventually take over proceedings and from all accounts the Hathersage market in Somerset West was a wonderful experience on the day, with Chantelle even coaxing her parents to make the trip through to come and join her and soak up a little of the Marimba-infused atmosphere with Little Miss Jess.

As for myself, I made the trip through to Century City, where despite the slightly overcast weather, the people arrived in droves for a fun day of train rides, dog shows, live music and of course market goods. I had a particularly good day behind the stall, walking away with the most takings out of the three stalls that we had run over the course of the weekend, meaning that I ended up being pretty chuffed with myself.

Though still dead tired.

Sigh, at least all of Chantelle’s deli and wedding baking this week means I’m getting a weekend free of markets this coming weekend – which is something to celebrate it these days in my opinion! :)

[P.S. Should be fun. Hear that our dear friend Retha has flown in from Spain and will be staying over at us for a couple of days. Needless to say, I don’t think she realise just how much work Chantelle has planned out for her!]

Double Market Weekend My Life 05 OCT 2012

So no weekend for me last weekend, no, I was occupied for pretty much every single minute of it, having taken it upon myself to handle Chantelle’s Cookies & Cakes market stalls for both Saturday and Sunday, a first for Chantelle’s fledgling business.

Friday evening took the usual form that pretty much every Friday night has taken since March this year, basically Chantelle in the kitchen until the early hours of the morning, while I pottered around the house picking up on whatever would keep me busy for a little while.

Saturday morning it was up bright and early, as I carted Jessica through to Bellville to be looked after by my folks for the day, and then straight through to Willowbridge to meet up with Cheryl and Robert in order to set up shop for the day. (Though the journey took much longer than expected – the N2 was shut down due to flooding, meaning quite a detour through some rather dodgy areas that I didn’t know even existed up until now!)

Unfortunately for us, the Slow Market group had again decided to place us on the other side of the market for a second time in a row, right between the Tupperware stall and the Dog toys and meal stall – in other words not exactly a place where one would expect to locate mouth-watering, delicious cupcakes, cake pops and brownies!

The weather wasn’t particularly awesome, pretty gloomy, but despite this, the placing and the fact that it was school holidays, we didn’t have a completely awful market, though we did finish up the day with quite a bit of left over stock.

Having organised that Jessica sleepover at Monty and Cheryl’s place after returning from Constantia with Mom and Dad who had been out visiting with Claire for the day, I hit the road back to Gordon’s Bay, where I set about preparing for Sunday’s market, later joined by Chantelle who eventually arrived home from work and who then jumped straight into the baking fray, finishing up… yup you guessed it, in the early hours of the morning!

With Chantelle working and Cheryl looking after Jessica, I was flying solo for our first ever Sunday market, the Century City Natural Goods market. With a heavily packed car, I left nice and early, and unlike the previous morning where I had sat in bumper to bumper traffic as the cars were routed off the flooded N2, I made Century City with plenty of time to spare, taking some time to dawdle through the stunningly beautiful surrounds, a first for me who has up to now, only ever been to the Canal Walk shopping centre in Century City!

Eventually though the huge Bedouin tent on the green commons was open for business, and I unloaded the car and set up shop. This was the first time I had ever been to this market (which runs once a month, 09:00 to 14:00), and I must say that I thoroughly enjoyed the vibe, the people, the live entertainment and music, and just the whole setup in general. Trade was good, and a couple of hours into the morning, Chantelle managed to break away from work to join me and help me with manning the stall, which of course just served to make the day even better!

(A quick surprise visit from Jessica and the whole Montgomery Clan was pretty cool to!)

Eventually the afternoon had to draw to a close though, and so it was back to work for Chantelle, while I collected Jessica from Bellville and made the trip back myself.

So that was pretty much my weekend – work, work, work. Still, I did enjoy it so it wasn’t all that bad, though I certainly wouldn’t have minded another public holiday to pad it out just a little bit! :)

Chantelle’s Second Market, Semi-Soet, and Logan’s Christening My Life 26 MAR 2012

Chantelle’s off weekend at last, though by now you should be pretty familiar with the concept that Chantelle’s off weekends are now no longer off weekends at all! :)

After Jessie’s little incident (more on this in a later post, I promise), we got her to bed, and the rest of the Friday night was spent with Chantelle in the kitchen preparing for Saturday’s Willowbridge Slow Food Market showing, and me in the study, banging away at my keyboard on my latest software project.

So nothing exciting there I’m afraid, apart from a rather late bedtime.

Saturday morning blasted off with Chantelle up and out of the door at the crack of dawn, where she joined up with her mom and dad in Bellville, before heading over to Willowbridge to set up shop for Chantelle’s Cookies and Cakes’ second market showing.

Back in Gordon’s Bay (where the wind was pumping), Jessica and I took care of the chores and all the packing, before also heading out to the Northern Suburbs – after Jessie arose from her mid-morning nap and enjoyed her bottle of milk of course! The Willowbridge market was once again well supported and the ladies made a killing, so I suppose my little contribution of R7,50 for a piece of chocolate cake wasn’t exactly worth all that much on the day – though the cake as per usual was pretty damn delicious! Loads of visits from the various friends and family, as well as quite a few compliments and possible business leads meant that Chantelle and Cheryl’s day out at the market was once again quite the success.

Jessica and I left the ladies to continue on with their selling in order to make a quick stop at Ryan’s pad to check out the progress on his renovated kitchen, where we found him entertaining Michelle (who we haven’t seen in ages), and even managed to convince him to hand over the latest couple of episodes of Young Justice he purloined off the Internet.

From there Jessica and I headed off to Mom and Dad’s place, wanting to get in a quick visit with them following their return from a week long holiday up at Storms River. As it turned out, Claire was also there for the day, and we enjoyed a nice family visit, with Jessica being quite the centre of attention with old Pops as per usual!

With Jessica pretty exhausted by this stage, I opted to bid farewell to my folks and head off to Monty and Cheryl’s pad, where we dumped Jessica down on a blanket for a solid afternoon’s sleep, enjoyed a quick cup of coffee with catchup regarding the successful market, before Chantelle and I left little Jessie in the capable hands of her Ouma and Oupa, and shot through to Karl and Trish’s pad to join in celebrating Trish’s 30th birthday with her famous cake and off course boardgames, this time consisting of a entertaining game of Balderdash, and a couple of rounds of Pictionary Man.

From there it was back to our base at Oupa and Ouma’s house to pick up the carrot cake baked for Logan’s Christening party on Sunday, and one quick icing job later, Chantelle and I found ourselves at Damen’s door in Kraaifontein, where we successfully handled the drop-off.

Wanting to celebrate Chantelle’s great market experience and my pay increase at work, we decided to take a night off for ourselves, and so straight from Damen and Michelle’s pad, we popped in at Cape Gate Mall, where we ended up thoroughly enjoying the Afrikaans movie Semi-Soet at Ster Kinekor cinemas. It is a by the book, very well executed, funny and touching romantic comedy, and pleasingly, really enjoyable to watch – even if you are and Englishman like myself! Louw Venter is hysterically funny as always, and it was great to see the cinema packed full, the Afrikaner community really supporting this great local movie. (So much so, that Chantelle and I had to sit in the front seat of the cinema, having completely underestimated just how full the movie was going to be!)

After having laughed and cried for a good hour and a half, we decided to wrap up our evening by heading back to Bellville to stop in for a very late night supper at the famous Starlite Diner, where Chantelle enjoy a delicious steak roll and I partook in a fabulous Mexican burger. Yummy!

Anyway, the night had to eventually draw to a close I suppose, and we dragged ourselves back to base, stopping only to change a niggly Jessica’s nappy, before we could hit the bed properly and grab a few hours of sleep before Sunday came rolling in.

Sunday morning was again up bright and early, as we scurried to get Jessica and ourselves ready and settled, before shooting off to Durbanville to meet up with the rest of the friends waiting outside of the Durbanville Anglican Church. The big occasion was of course Logan’s christening, and it was great to see all the friends make it through to come and support, babies and all! As it turned out, the babies were all quiet and obedient (the thing we had been fretting about the most) for the most part of what ended up being quite a lengthy service in a hot and packed church, though I did eventually slip out after the last of the twelve children being baptized on the day were completed. Jessica and I spent the next little while out in the garden under the trees, before being joined by the rest of the guys who also seized the opportunity to slip out during what had turned into quite a drawn out Communion ceremony!

We decided to pass some time before Logan’s celebratory party back at Damen and Michelle’s pad by heading off to Durbanville Mugg & Bean with Evan, Natasha and Evalynne, though our experience was cut short by a very grumpy and exhausted Jessica who was now starting to scream her little head off because of the tiredness (thankfully the quick purchase of some interesting toy goldfish from the Crazy store next door offered us a little respite).

Chantelle and I were par for the course when we got lost trying to take the shortcut via Langeberg road to Kraaifontein, though the extended drive towards Malmesbury was nice in that it gave Jessica a little bit more nap time in her seat, not that you would have said this if you saw her mood once we did eventually turn up at Damen’s door. I’m not sure if it was the large amount of people, the heat, the exhaustion, hunger, or simply all four combined, but unfortunately Jessie quickly took to the screaming approach, meaning that after a quick snack and drink, we had to bid an early farewell and head back to our Bellville base camp, where we finally managed to get a struggling Jessica to go down for a rather extended afternoon nap.

At this point I headed back to Gordon’s Bay, bearing all the crates and materials returning from the market, with Chantelle following later with Jessica, meaning I got a little bit of a break from all the running around – which resulted in the production of this blog post, the unpacking of the car and the putting out of the bins in case you were wondering.

Chores, bedtime routine and at last a little alone time (with pizza) was all that was left for Sunday evening, bringing to close a rather busy weekend for the Lotter Clan!

*Whew* – I’m exhausted just typing this! :)